The Gushing River

By Lillie, 11, Stisted, Essex, UK

Tickling the swans the river rushed passed,Eating the reeds like it's a race,Wildly hammering against the river bed,Spitting waterdroplets,Rapids exploding in the air,Kicking the river banks while sweeping past,Waves sprinting,Splash!Crash!Barging it's way into the locks,Gushing, gushing, gushing!(March 2009)

The Haunted House

The dark gloomy house covered in vines, Lived five little ghosts, Who frolicked around, The youngest one was Madaline. Outside the trees ricochet, As the house beckoned Madaline to Come closer...

Madaline slowly crept into the mouth,Of the gruesome, gray house,He began to speak once again,Get onto the top of my head and get, Brushing my vines! The house took a sneak peak at Madaline,She was singing a spell.

And so, that was the end, of the house, for now, Muhuhahahahaha! (September 2008)

For I Am The Leader Of The Sea

For I am the leader of the sea,The quiet sea grabbed my feetWith hands of icy water.The mellow sea dances on the golden sand,It erodes the precious rocks away,A boat appears in the distance.

The waves began to build up and boil,Like a witches potion.The frozen water beckoned in the boat,As the waves frolicked against it.The sea ricocheted along the sand,With fangs like a feline,Gnawing on the bones of the cliff.The old, ancient boat's heart started to pound,As the flag contemplated, while the wind,Swept across the sky.

Planet Space

By Rebecca, 10, Nottinghamshire, UK

The black hole awoke,He streched his mouth with a mighty roar,As he beckoned all the stars,The black hole started to erode,Is this the end?The sun says leave the stars alone and pick on someone your own size,Oh yeah I almost forgot leave my solar system and never come back.(September 2008)

The wind

By Ashleigh, 10, Hamilton, New Zealand

I hear the wind talking to mewhispering in my earPlaying with my hairI'm running its behind me cheering me onThen it pulls me back to play It's angry chasing me Blowing hardNow it took my paper to see what I wroteIt's humming a tuneThen rips a tree out of the groundIt's angry againI'm running for my life I'm at home on my bedIt makes a stormBlowing trees against my windowYelling at me telling me to come outsideI refuseIt stopsYay it's gone(February 2008)

Winter Personification

By Eloise, 10, Sawtry, UK

Rain stop crying,You make the rest of the day miserable,The wind is making the trees dance and wave,The chimney tops are singing,And the letter box is rattling,You are so sad and unhappy,Just go away and make the sun smile.(February 2008)

Something there outside my window

By Xiyin, 11, London, UK

Something there outside my window

I stare out of my window and something comes to my sightA swirling, whirling, twirling something It whispers to the vibrant trees, tugging at their limbsIt plays with the flowing hair of a beautiful, laughing ladyIt surrounds a crying child and soothes it with a sweeping, barely-there touch It lifts a bright, colourful kite and sends it spiralling up to the skies

I stare out of my window and something comes to my sightA rushing, whooshing, roaring somethingIt screams at a struggling man, tearing at his clothesIt steals umbrellas and send them flying to the unknownIt howls outside a innocent young child's window, stirring up nightmares of the unimaginableIt rattles windows and doors, demanding to be let in

I stare out of my window and something comes to my sightI search in the deepest corners of my brain and the answer comes to meBut how could something have two so different personalities?How could something so sinister and menacing be so caring and gentle?How can something you're enjoying over here, be something that is robbing peoplesý lives over there?Something, this something, menacing something and gentle something goes by the name ...... wind (March 2007)

Scary poem

By Rebecca, 9, Ravenshead, Nottinghamshire, UK

The whirling wind howled as it gave all the people fear in their eyes.The haunted house hid behind the twirling tree,As the swinging swings leapt backwords and forward.The gleaming moon smiled at all the people,as the cars ran around the village screaming.(Feb 07)

Haunted House

By Bobby, 10, Ravenshead, Nottinghamshire, UK

Haunted HouseThe door ran open as I walked towards it. The floor boards creaked as I walked over them.I was standing under a hanging dagger with blood leaping from it.There was a noise like someone being murdered.I felt scared.

As I walked up the stairs,the light sprinted from side to side .My spine shivered as I heard a footstep.I walked into the bedroom. I could near the shower go drip, drip, drip like blood dripping off someone.I FELT SCARED!!!!!!!

Personification

By Rachel, 11, Reading, England

The scratching of treesAs they claw at your window,The racing of rainWhen it falls at your feet.The screaming of windAs it wraps all around you,The running of hopeWhen it's so far away.The laughing of griefWhen it fills up your head,And the smirking of darknessWhen you lay down...and sleep.(July 2006)

The Hungry Site

By Rebecca and Tino, 11, Sheffield, UK

As I see the JCBs slaughter the petrified bricks like a famished tiger,The glistening windows gossip away like two old ladies,The shabby skip torments the containers like the cat does to the mice,The triangular roof whinged about the rain it always wants the sun the rain is such a pain,The doors open to let you in so that they can eat you today and again,The sloppy mud sucks you in like quicksand!!!!!!(January 2005)More personification poems from Sheffield, UK

Misterious Graveyard

By William, 11, Cairo, Egypt

I crept in the darkand gloomy grave yard like a ghost.I thought to myself it was darker then a mine shaft.My heart was beating like a drum.The tree stood a wicked wrinkled old lady,The branches where scratching on the wall as if it were a boy scratching on the black board.The wind was blowing the leaves as if someone was kicking them.An owl perched on a branch with a knowing look of a school teacher.The moon crept from behind the cloud as if someone had turned the light on.Now everything looked real again. The relief washed over me like a ocean wave.(January 2005)

Gruesome angel

By Amina, 11, Cairo, Egypt

I saw the gruesome angel pass by,To the haunted house near the grave yard,Suddenly the zombies woke!With their petrified faces,Oh how the angel screamed,And how the ange hollered,Although the angel was gruesome,He took out his sword and stretched the dead veinsThe gruesome angel saw me and said I am here to get you!You can run but you can't hide!(January 2005)

Scary Personification Poem

By Roshni, 14, Vienna, Virginia, USA

What the dead house says

As the dead house saw my shadow,I heard the whisper of the wind.It came knocking on the windows,And said to me Ah let me in.The great thunder roared with anger,The deep gray sea howled,It said, There is something haunted.The wind blew the window open,A mummy came out of the ground,And told me to beware, becauseIm in for a scare!!!(May 2004)

Scary Poems

By Adam, 10, Belfast, Northen Ireland

The seawater that night bashed against my window.The wind howled and growled. The deserted house beside us collapsed thanks to the merciless waves and the poisoned sea drowned the deserted graveyard. And I felt sacred.

The next night a cunning storm appeared. It thoughtlessly rained heavily over the town as the blinding wind screamed through the window. And I felt scared.

That next night I walked up the stairs. I went in to my room and lay down. A strong wind sucking up any thing or man alive stirred outside. It howled and beckoned me to come outside. A line of lightning glowing bright shot out of the sky. It hit a house and started to laugh when it went up in flames.And I felt scared. (March 2004)

Scary Poem

By Ella, 11, Nottingham, UK

The sun crept cautiously behind the fluffy frightened white clouds.The terrifying trees grabbed me like rotten robbers.The moon looked down on me like a wicked witch from the west.And I felt as scared as a zebra being pulled under water by a hungry crocodile.

The wind cried like a new born baby howling in the cold dark night.The snowflake danced in the glistening moonlight like a spiceflake.The rainbow winked at me like a rock star.And I felt as scared as a robber being spied on by strange creatures. September 2002

Scary Poem

By Kelly, 11, Nottingham, UK

The curtains sang a lonely song The crashing sea beckoned me to come closer The howling sea moaned like twenty singing dogs And I felt scared.

The trees frolicked around like children playing in the sea The clouds whispered like a small child keeping a secret and not telling anyoneThe lightning roared like a hungry lion And I felt scared. September 2002